Catering by Chrisetta: Cocktail/50th Birthday Party

I was thrilled to be the caterer at my mentor’s 50th birthday party last night! It was a cocktail party so that meant lots and lots of small bites.

The customized menu:

– Bacon-Wrapped Dates with Blue Cheese and Almonds
– Asian Inspired Lettuce Wraps with Peanut Sauce
– Prawn Cocktail
– Grilled Chicken Kebabs with Tzatziki Sauce and Naan
– Cheese Platter with Grapes and Baguettes
– Antipasto Platter
– Indiviual Crudités with Herb Dip

Here’s a look at some of the deliciousness!

 Prep fun!

 The birthday girl!


Chrisetta Mosley

Chrisetta Mosley

I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!

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